The American in Me

Because there really is some kicking around in there.
I find it weird how one can change so much from where they started and yet still be attracted by those parts of early life. Fighter jets for example. I used to be totally enthralled with everything about them when I was a child. I wanted to fly them. Use them like a roller coaster. Flying around the world to support the noble decisions of the United States Government. Quite a lot is different now that I am conscious of the reality of war - or worse, a career in operating a machine of war.

For me, firearms are no different than those jets. They look neat. I find them fun to use for the practice of sharpshooting. But they are very powerful. Not like the varying power that spews forth from the different types of weapons, but rather the kind of power something retains on its own - without human contact. Like fire. Or the oceans. A power that must be inherently respected. I do not believe in aiming such power at people. I know many people feel otherwise and thereby decreasing my life expectancy for such situations but honestly, I just might rather die than face a time when I steal the life from another human - bad or good. I see no justification. Only extermination.

Hunting for food is okay with me. For the record. Michigan's dept. of natural resources is fairly reasonable about animal hunting and population control.

Anyway... Shooting. Tons of Americans love to shoot things. Its a hobby. Some of the more decent folks out there prefer inanimate objects as there target. Like me :) And like my oldest niece. She's only 17 years old but good christ, can she work a 12 gauge. Check this shit out (said the proud uncle)



Don't ask about the Star of David around her neck. It is strictly ornamental. Dangerous looking no? I'd cast her in an action movie for sure.